“You don't smoke do you?""No, why?""They're afraid of fire.""Great, we're going to be eaten alive because neither of us smokes." I almost laughed. He sounded so thoroughly disgusted…”
“Why, June, you sound surprised.” He’d put on an offended-housewife voice, but it was in a hoarse whisper, so it sounded like an offended housewife who smoked five packs of cigarettes a day. I laughed.”
“YOU DON'T SMELL FIRE," I yelled. YOU SMELL SMOKE.”
“Do you mind if I don't smoke?”
“I spoke fire, laughed smoke, and madness spilled forth from my inspiration.”
“Let’s just remember, Sullivan, that I want you for your smoked meats and your smoked meats only.”He barked out a laugh. “Touché, Sentinel.”